One Morning

Thinking she was ready
she walked from the
steaming warm breath,
the pool of speech.
.
Still dripping with
the resonance, she stepped
into the cold arms of the taxi
and vanished down Cedar Valley Lane,
turning toward the harbor and away.
.
There will be no more talking,
no more future to share, no more
maps to distribute. She thought
I am erasing my memories.
I will forget my words.